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But in that room, there was only them.

He was still inside her, buried deep, as her climax continued to pulse through her, shudders rolling over her skin in waves.

And then he moved… just slightly at first.

And ecstasy slammed into her again.

Because he wasn’t like anything she had ever known—wasn’t human. His length was covered in those alien, writhing filaments: hundreds of them, soft and supple, yet firm and insistent. They caressed her from the inside, stretching her, stroking every part of her that had ever known pleasure, and places that had never been touched before.

Sensation exploded through her. She knew nothing but him. His touch. His heat. The thick, perfect length of him as he began to move.

He owned her.

He claimed her.

And her body answered without hesitation, spiraling up into another series of climaxes: harder, faster, building with every thrust, every pulse of sensation. The pleasure peaked again and again until she screamed his name—Kyhin—wordless, helpless.

He growled, low and rough, his hands tight around her waist as he held her in place, unrelenting.

He took her again and again—no hesitation, no mercy—just pure dominance, overwhelming and ferocious.

She lost time.

She lost herself.

The sound of the storm outside, the cold walls, her own thoughts—all disappeared. There was only his body. His heat. His rhythm. The shocking pleasure of those writhing filaments driving her mad.

He moved even faster—inhumanlyfast—slamming into her with a rhythm that was devastating and precise. Every stroke sent her higher, into a realm beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

Her body convulsed. Another climax. Then another.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She was his.

And then… at last, he stilled.

A long, guttural groan tore from his throat. Deep. Raw. Primal.

And he claimed her fully.

Sylvia cried out, her arms wrapping around him as her final climax broke, dragging her down into sweet, perfect oblivion.

She didn’t know where she ended and he began.

Only that she had never, in her entire life, been more completely possessed.

CHAPTER 41

Sylvia slept.

Her cheek rested against his chest, her breath warm against his skin. Kyhin lay still, arms wrapped around her, wings draped loosely over the furs like shadows. The sleeping chamber was dim and quiet, the storm outside finally beginning to ebb, the worst of it spent.

And still, he couldn’t believe it.

This human. This fragile, beautiful creature.

He had planned on training her. Taming her. His first impression had been that he could mold her into something manageable, perhaps entertaining at best.

Instead, she had undone him.

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